Far From Me

365 Days of Creativity

day fifty nine

Sleep;             

Your eyes are closed

         and tightly

                 squeezed

to shut the light

         too bright

you whisper

         reach for my hand

it's rough and cold

         too alien

     for you to hold

         pushed away,

                  I understand

If eyes were closed

my lids like yours

I too would shy

                         away from          ice.

Your dreams stay 

                   quiet

Your lips lay

                  closed

Your skin so 

                friendly

but I, too bold

         shall sit and

                     wait

       shall stay for

                    days

while thoughts so

                    easy

hold 

you

close